Shingo Harano hurriedly hid his figure, for fear of being discovered by the people inside, as for why he was so afraid... Probably there is a kind of reason for the close love cut here?

Ai Fukuhara's figure was reflected in his eyes, and Shingo Harano's hand unconsciously grabbed his pants, and the person who haunted him finally saw it again.

Behind her there was an old woman that Shingo Harano had seen, and it was Ai Fukuhara's grandmother.

"You don't have to come out to see me off, I'm just going out for a walk." Ai Fukuhara turned to look at her grandmother and said helplessly.

Grandma Fukuhara's eyes widened slightly, and she said in a somewhat dissatisfied tone: "What kind of walk, you obviously are still thinking about that kid in Tokyo." ”

"I—" she choked for a moment.

"You said that he is nothing good, but he has written a few books, our family is much richer than him, and you will meet a better man when you go to college in the future, and at that time you may feel that that person is not as good as you imagined." Seeing that her granddaughter was mentioned, Grandma Fukuhara immediately persuaded her bitterly.

Since Ai Fukuhara was brought home, the old couple finally had a sense of stability, at least the property was settled, and both of them were already in their twilight years, and they were really afraid of falling in their hands and holding it in their mouths.

Everything that eats and drinks is the best, and even Ai Fukuhara doesn't let her go to school when she goes to school, but hires a private teacher from Fukuoka to teach specially, just so that she can see her granddaughter every day.

But almost every day Ai Fukuhara goes out for a walk, in fact, she just thinks about that stinky boy in Tokyo, and goes out to relax so that she doesn't miss it so much.

She has seen her baby granddaughter crying secretly in the house or room more than once, but what can she do, she can't scold or even come up with two big-eared scrapers.

They are reluctant to do so.

Fukuhara Hidechi was indeed very uncomfortable when he saw such a situation at first, and even taught a few words of Ai Fukuhara, but when he saw his granddaughter crying even more, he panicked.

Finally got his granddaughter back, and then he was made into a tearful man every day, he had to keep his mouth shut about the matter of Harano Shingo, so he let his wife grind hard every day to dispel Ai Fukuhara's impression of Harano Shingo.

When Ai Fukuhara heard her grandmother say this, she remembered the man who came to the police station alone to pick her up that night, obviously she had just met and she hadn't helped him, but he still came at that time, and immediately retorted:

"No, Shingo is the best and most talented person I've ever met."

"Alas, I'm going to have a cocoon in your ears, and if your grandfather hears it, I'll have to sulk for a while." Seeing that this persuasion failed again, Grandma Fukuhara was not discouraged, but then muttered a few more words.

"But Shingo is really good, and it may have been a misunderstanding at the time." Ai Fukuhara argued.

"Misunderstanding? Did you misunderstand that he could hold a knife in front of us? After all, he is still a young man, and he is reckless. She remembered that when Shingo Harano was angry at that time, she directly took a real knife and put it on the table, almost scaring the old couple out of heart disease, and they were immediately angry.

Ai Fukuhara was a little aggrieved, and tried her best to justify: "You also said that he is a young man, so it is understandable." ”

"I see you, it's just a heart that depends on others, alas, it's also to blame that we didn't give you a rich childhood, otherwise you wouldn't have been fascinated by others just for that little favor."

"That's not a small favor!"

"Okay, okay, I won't talk about you anymore, I'll remember to come back for dinner later." Grandma Fukuhara waved her hand helplessly.

Ai Fukuhara pursed her lips, looking at her grandmother, who was full of kindness and a little resentment, but she still didn't say anything after all, she knew that the other party was also for her good, but Shingo was not the person they imagined.

She bowed her head lightly and said softly, "Well, I know about Grandmother. ”

After saying goodbye, Ai Fukuhara raised his feet and walked out the door, and Shingo Harano looked around when he saw this, and then bent over to hide on the outside of the courtyard.

Ai Fukuhara's grandmother let out a soft sigh as she watched her petite figure walk out.

The door of Fukuhara's house is an electronic door, and Ai Fukuhara pressed the password that she had already memorized, and with a click the door was opened, she walked out of the door with small steps.

When she walked out the door, she seemed a little confused, standing on the country road, not knowing where she should go.

He lowered his head and thought for a while, as if he had determined the goal of his trip, and walked without saying a word.

And Shingo Harano was hanging far behind him, just now he heard Ai Fukuhara's grandmother say that she often walked outside alone, and he also wanted to know what Ai Fukuhara usually did.

After walking out for a long time, Shigo Harano realized that the two of them had gone far one after the other.

He followed his gaze into the distance.

The front is somewhat similar to a lake park, but it is really natural, and there are no traces of man-made.

There is not much water in the lake but it sparkles in the sun, and the trees around the lake still have leaves, which are maple trees.

The delicate red and withered yellow leaves are intertwined, and there are already yellowish fallen leaves under the feet, and in the distance Aiwang Fukuhara has a thick stack at the feet, and the lake in the center is irregular and round, and the lake is very calm because there is no wind today.

It is said that the small lake in this season is like a ghost claw, and the water on the surface of the lake is particularly dry, but the dense autumn foliage brings a different meaning to this lake.

Although it was still a little bleak, it was beautiful, and an indescribable sentimentality rushed straight from the backbone of Shingo Harano to his brain.

Quiet.

There is no wind, and it can also be said that the wind is light and light.

On the shore of the lake, Ai Fukuhara stood in the red maple forest, and after a while, he squatted down, looking at the water in the lake in a quiet daze.

Shingo Harano lifted his steps lightly and wanted to walk in some, and watched carefully.

"Shingo." Ai Fukuhara's calm voice came from ahead.

Obviously, her voice was not loud, but thanks to the silence of the environment and the hearing of Shingo Wilderness, she could barely hear it clearly.

Shigo Harano was startled for a moment, thinking that the other party had already discovered himself, and then he realized that Ai Fukuhara stretched out one of his arms and leaned into the lake, gently swaying the water waves, and whispered in a low voice that he didn't know what he was talking about.

Shingo Harano breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and was about to step forward to listen.